Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Niagra,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.